zombies. i was at some kind of campsite. sort of like friday the 13th, except much prettier. there were zombies coming from a camp that was down the river or something. they weren't regular zombies, though. they could think. and they could move fairly normally. most of the people at the camp ran, but i wasn't sure we had enough time to run without being caught, so i hid behind an amp that was under some sort of bed or something and my robe that was back there. i hoped if they looked, they would think i was just junk shoved under a bed and not find me. but the main zombie boy found me and dragged me out. i started crying, and then i remembered it was my dream. i didn't have to let him bite me and become a zombie. so i made myself run. i don't know why i didn't make myself wake up.

i ran through the forest. there were dirt roads sometimes. sometimes i would see a car, but i didn't know if it was a zombie car or not, so i hid from it. i made it to a gas station, and i was calling for help. then the main zombie and his father (who hadn't been bitten and was competely normal, but on their side) showed up to kill me.

i don't remember anything after that. =(